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Death by sex

Sophie

I moaned as his cock filled me up.

“Shhh,” he said before coaxing me into another kiss. He lifted his head and pulled out of me before sliding back in.

I leaned into his neck, letting my groans vibrate into his sweaty skin.

He gasped above me, hot breaths on my ear.

Those wonderful muscles pushed him in and out, sending furls of pleasure from my pussy up my spine and through my limbs.

My arousal climbed higher and higher, my orgasm almost close enough to touch. I wasn’t ready for it to end though.

I nipped his neck then kissed it, whimpering as I got closer and closer to coming. Sweat was dripping from his chest, and his arms were trembling.

“Almost there,” he panted.

I slid my hand to my clit to get the last lift I needed to peak and suddenly I was gone, biting down hard on his neck.

Pleasure pulsed through my body, and nothing else mattered till the orgasm started to fade and I still had my teeth on his skin.

Once I released him, he fused his mouth to mine, groans escaping as he shook and shuddered through his own orgasm.

Then he dropped on me. He was heavy, and I might eventually have to get him to move so I could breathe, but right now it felt perfect.

His warm body on mine, his cock still inside me, his breath puffing into my ear.

I had no thoughts beyond the spasms of pleasure still rocking my body, the relaxed, lazy feeling of perfect contentment.

Before my lungs could complain too much, Remy pushed up and carefully pulled out. “Sorry.”

I waved a languid hand. “No problem. It felt good.”

He collapsed on the bed beside me. “I’m heavy.”

“I didn’t need air yet.”

He snorted and then dealt with the condom. “Not sure how to explain if I’d suffocated you.”

“Death by sex. Not a bad way to go.” I shivered as the orgasm retreated and my body cooled. He pulled the duvet over us. As the sex haze dissipated I remembered what I’d done. “Is your neck okay?” I pushed up to check where I’d bitten. “I’m sorry, I’ve never?—”

He rubbed his neck, grinning lazily. “You didn’t draw blood. It’s all good. I’m taking it as a compliment.”

“You should.” I flopped back down. I didn’t remember ever being so out of control that I bit someone during sex. Hmm.

“I’m not sure if you want to get back to the house, but you’re welcome to stay.”

I considered getting up, walking back, and facing Cash’s latest for roughly a quarter of a second. “I have no desire to move.”

For a moment he was still, but then he turned to me. “Are you a cuddler?”

“After an orgasm like that, definitely.”

I could see a smile crossing his face as he lifted an arm and I snuggled in. I wasn’t always cuddly, but right now I needed to be close. He needed it too, I guessed.

“Wait, should we check on the animals?”

He shrugged. “Aren’t you supposed to let sleeping dogs lie?”

Goober wasn’t a dog, but I was warm and comfortable, unwilling to move. They’d been quiet, so probably they were fine. We’d hear if they weren’t.

Maybe they were cuddled up too, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

It took me a moment to figure out where I was when I woke up. The room was familiar, but not mine, not anymore. I’d stayed here before I married Ollie. I remembered coming over, Beast and Goober, and amazing sex. I stretched, feeling great.

I was alone in the bed. I checked the time and pulled on my clothes that I found folded up on the dresser.

I shuffled out to the main room. Remy nodded at the counter where he had coffee waiting.

My hair was a mess and my clothes rumpled, but he didn’t seem to notice, giving me a warm and appreciative smile.

Goober was nowhere in sight, and Beast was growling in the corner.

“Thanks.” I leaned on one of the breakfast bar stools and wrapped my hands around the coffee mug.

“Sleep okay?” His cheeks flushed as he asked, gaze focused on his own mug.

“Great. Where did Goober go?”

His head turned to the door. “She slipped through when I took Beast out first thing.”

I sighed. “She’s probably gone back to the house. I should too.”

Remy cocked his head. “Will your brother be worried about you?”

I snorted. His eyebrows lifted. “The new girlfriend will have kept him busy. And as you may have noticed, I’m an adult and can take care of myself.”

His eyes flicked down my body, what was visible behind the counter, and back up. “Yeah, I noticed. But things can happen. Even to grownups.”

“Cash has been away for months, so he won’t suddenly start worrying about where I am every moment. We lead pretty separate lives.”

My plan in any case was to sneak into the house before Cash knew I’d been out. Not because I was ashamed of spending the night with Remy, but I didn’t want to get into the details of my life before I’d discussed Cash’s.

Reluctantly, I set down the mug and straightened up. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“I feel like I should see you out.”

“Nice thought, but I walk between the house and here every day. I’m good.”

I wasn’t sure of the etiquette here. Did we kiss?

Shake hands? Wave goofily? Remy followed me to the door, and when I turned to say—good-bye, thanks, something—he solved the problem by leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

I caught a whiff of toothpaste, but since I had morning and coffee breath, I didn’t ask for more when he pulled back.

I was still smiling dreamily when I entered the kitchen of the house.

“And where have you been?”

I jumped as Cash laughed. “What are you doing up so early?” I countered.

He shrugged. “I’ve been traveling—messed up my sleep.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, since I knew he’d been doing more than sleeping with…what was her name, Tamika? Tiffany? No, Trinity.

“But you look like you’ve been out all night.” He leaned on the counter, arms crossed. “And I didn’t hear the car. Have you been over at the carriage house?”

He thought he was so smart, I just had to mess with him. “I was working on a deadline.”

Cash jerked. “Really? You’re that busy?”

The words stung. Not that I’d been working all night, but Cash didn’t think I had a real job. Diane was right. I enjoyed working in the carriage house, but people thought it was just a hobby. I needed to make it obvious that this was a business.

It was tempting to let it go, but trying to keep up the lie would take a lot of effort and I was tired of it. “I am busy, but I don’t need to pull all-nighters. Not now, anyway.”

He smirked. “So you and the hockey player? What does Ollie think of that?”

“Ollie has no say in what I do.” My voice was sharp, and Cash caught it.

“Are you and Ollie not getting along?”

Cash had missed a lot this fall. “He’s seeing someone.”

The amusement left his face. “Is that a problem? Are you still in love with him?”

I rolled my eyes. “No, he can see anyone he wants. But I found out by accident when I went to the team’s Christmas charity thing with Remy, and Ollie was there with her.”

“That would be a little awkward, but is it why you’re pissed?”

“I really didn’t care that he had someone new, but when I found out she had a couple of kids…” Cash was the only one who knew about that problem, other than Ollie and me, and now Remy. My current hurt and anger at Ollie meant I wasn’t as worried about that information spreading as I had been.

“That’s a shitty thing to do.”

Some tension eased out, since Cash understood why I was really upset. “Exactly. Finding out like that pissed me off. Oh, but there’s a silver lining from all this.” I spoke sarcastically but Cash took it in a different direction.

“You’re free to bang the hockey player now?”

I wanted to argue but yeah, that was kind of true. I didn’t feel guilty, where I might have otherwise. Though I wasn’t sure Remy wanted Ollie to know what we were doing. “No, better than that. He’s bringing her to Christmas.”

Cash’s mouth opened, closed, then he finally spoke. “You gonna take the hockey player along too?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m going to have the hockey player and his friend, and anyone else I think of, here for Christmas.”

Cash’s eyes widened. “You’re gonna blow off family Christmas?”

Butterflies were dancing in my belly. This was a big break from what I’d always done, but Christmas with the family wasn’t a warm and fuzzy Hallmark event. I’d spent years on the periphery until I married Ollie.

“Remember last year’s sushi dinner, when Dad and Joanna went to see her family right after the meal? Leaving Ollie and his parents and us to watch football?”

“But we always get together.” He tried a pout, but it didn’t work on me.

“Except for those couple of years when you were skiing or whatever?”

He shrugged. “I was working in Europe. Coming home didn’t mesh, what with jet lag and travel time.”

“Whatever. I’ll stop by before, drop off presents, but I’m going to be here instead on the day.”

“They’ll talk. Say you’re still hung up on Ollie so that’s why you skipped out.”

I wasn’t sure I’d be missed, to be honest. “Maybe. But I don’t think anyone will notice that much. And really, I don’t enjoy the day, don’t want to see Ollie with her kids when he wouldn’t consider adopting kids with me. So why should I? Be honest, Cash. I won’t really be missed.”

His shoulders slumped. “Sorry, Soph. It shouldn’t be like that.”

“But it is. I don’t know if anything can change Dad or Ollie’s dad, but it definitely isn’t something I can do. I’m going to try something else for the holiday.” Something I might enjoy.

“I should stay here with you.”

“Now that would cause an upset.”

“What would?” A voice came from the doorway. Trinity leaned on the frame, in a gorgeous deep blue robe, makeup perfect, hair tousled like she’d just woken up. But based on my own experience, I’d say that was as deliberate as anything else.

Cash’s gaze focused on her and a smile tilted his lips. “Soph and I were just talking about Christmas. She’s doing it here this year, and I said I’d like to join her.”

Trinity’s bottom lip pouted. “But I’d like to see your family Christmas.”

I swallowed down a snort and she shot a glare at me.

Cash walked over to her and put a finger under her chin. “It’s not anything like you’re thinking. The dinner is catered, there are no kids—” He looked at me. “Maybe kids this year. But damn, they won’t have much fun, will they?”

I shrugged.

Not liking his distraction, Trinity dropped her chin to suck Cash’s finger into her mouth.

That brought all his attention back to her.

She released his finger and smiled. “Why don’t you come and tell me all about it?

” She bit her lips and traced the neckline of her robe with one finger before she headed back to his bedroom and he followed.

I rolled my eyes and made another cup of coffee before heading to my room.

I had a couple of guitars to repair before Christmas Day, and a meal to plan. What else? Decorations? Presents? A tree?

Maybe it would keep me distracted enough that I wouldn’t worry about Ollie, or that I’d slept with Remy—twice. Or how my father was going to react when I wasn’t there on Christmas. It would be worse if he didn’t react at all.

Nope, not going to think about that. Time for a shower, and then I had lots to do.